Classic Poem

Of Citherea's birds, that milke-white paire,
On yonder leauie mirtle tree which grone,
And waken, with their kisses in the aire,
Enamour'd zephyres murmuring one by one,
If thou but sense hadst like Pigmalion's stone,
Or hadst not seene Medusa's snakie haire,
Loue's lessons thou mightst learne; and learne, sweete faire,
To summer's heat ere that thy spring bee growne.
And if those kissing louers seeme but cold,
Looke how that elme this iuie doth embrace,
And bindes, and claspes with many a wanton fold,
And courting sleepe o'reshadowes all the place;
Nay, seemes to say, deare tree, we shall not parte,
In signe whereof, loe! in each a leafe a heart.